Forced To Kiss a Werewolf [Hiatus]

『Chapter Three』

After leaving the hospital, Hermione had properly returned to her muggle flat. Reclined upon the sofa, she held a quill, an ink cartridge, and a piece of parchment. Neat scrawl covering the paper, she finished her letter to Ginny with a frown. Brows knit together, she gently set the paper down.

Dear Ginny,

Congratulations! I'm thrilled you and Harry were paired, it appears the ministry did one thing right this time. After you left, both Neville and Luna were given partners. Luna is with Blaise, Neville with Hannah Abbot. Of course, you and Harry were one of the first of our friends to be called up, you were gone before the majority of us had our names called. Personally, I was paired with Draco. The irony of the situation is killing me, I don't think it's truly set in yet. Originally, I marched up to the minister and started making threats, definitely not my best move. Earlier in the hospital, the strangest thing happened. Whilst I was being scanned, I could have sworn I heard a growl in the room, crazy right? After getting my scan complete, Malfoy was having his done. During his, the beam of light was blue for a split second, but the moment it connected with him, it turned into a deep gold. Was Harry's the same? I'll see you later this week, Gin.

Sincerely,

Hermione.

Giving the note a quick once over, she was nearly ready to send it. Delicately placing it within an envelope, Hermione settled for a coffee run.

Leaving noiselessly, the brunette emerged into the muggle world, headed for the Manchester Mocha. Upon her arrival, Hermione loosened the faded scarf around her neck, offering a grin to the woman behind the counter.

"Hello, ma'am. What can I get for you today?" A cashier asked Hermione, fingers positioned over her keyboard.

Not needed to look up at the menu, the witch was quick to order. "A small vanilla latte, please. Heavy on the cream." The woman taking the order nodded, quick to scamper towards the back of the kitchen, repeating Hermione's words.

Standing patiently, the witch felt the atmosphere of the shop and the distinct aroma of fresh coffee lulling her into a drowsy state. Letting a small yawn escape into the air, she was relieved when her latte was passed over. Passing over the muggle currency, she began the walk back home, absently sipping at her cup.

Swinging the door of her flat open, she tossed the small empty cup in the recycling before heading towards her couch. Kicking off her boots, she reclined backward, making an attempt at rest.

Running was all she could do, legs burning and lungs screaming for air. Leaves crunching under her feet, tree roots and rocks seemed to jump in her way, forcing her to slow down if she wanted to pass them. With every growing second, the beast behind her came closer. She wasn't aware of exactly what it was, only that the creature was emitting fierce snarls, chasing her down. This beast was a predator, and she was its prey. After a few perilous moments, she broke stride for a split second, the result of losing her balance. The sheer impact of hitting the ground rattled her, though she wasn't ready for the heavy pressure on her chest as the feral animal behind had finally caught her. Not daring to stare down the beast, she closed her lids, only getting a glimpse at two golden irises.

Shooting up, Hermione looked around frantically for a moment, one hand plastered against her sternum, the area sore. "Merlin's wand..." The brunette uttered to herself, moving away from the couch stiffly. Moving into the small kitchenette, she tugged a grey cardigan off the back of a chair, taking comfort in the smell of muggle detergent, and the gently fraying edges of the garment.

The pain in her chest was slowly starting to go down, quickly returning as it felt like her heart stopped at the loud banging on her door. Wand tucked safely within her pocket, she stalked over to the door, peering through the peephole.